Chapter Ninety-Five: A Dance Falls into the City

Everyone gasped, and looked at Fu Ruolan with good eyes.

Who in the world doesn't know that Fu Ruolan is a waste, even if she has good medical skills, but she can't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is not good at dancing.

A woman can't even know the basics, isn't it the shame of the Fu family?

Everyone was waiting to see the joke, although Fu Ruoyun's hands were shaking, he was still faintly excited in his heart, wanting to see Fu Ruolan deflated.

"I'll make you angry, now it's okay, right?!" She leisurely plucked the fruit and ate it.

Xia Jingxian pinched the paper helplessly and looked at Fu Ruolan with a little apology.

Sun Qianhui couldn't help but sneer: "Why haven't you moved for so long?" Are you afraid of embarrassing the Fu family? Alas, what are you afraid of, anyway, you have lost enough people, and you don't care about this time or twice. ”

Lin Zhiqi also laughed: "Sister Qianhui, don't be excited, if you don't dance as well as the dancing queen, won't you kill yourself in shame?" ”

Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this, and Fu Ruolan got up expressionlessly, "It's not that Ruolan doesn't dance, it's just that I'm ......."

"It's okay, the palace happened to bring a dance suit, so you can take it and change it."

Fu Ruolan was stunned, Wu Guifei was determined to see herself make a fool of herself.

She lowered her head lightly, "There is Lao Niangniang." ”

"Ning Xi, take Miss Fu down." Wu Guifei looked at Fu Ruolan with a smile.

Jingyun pulled Fu Ruolan to get up and followed Ning Xi into another camp.

Ning Xi sent it to the door and shook her head at Fu Ruolan, "Miss Fu, if you really can't do it, you will give in to your mother." ”

"Thank you Sister Ningxi for your kindness, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but I don't accept it this time, I'm afraid my mother will be even more picky."

After Ning Xi sighed and withdrew, Jingyun was anxious to turn in circles, "What should I do, Miss?" ”

Fu Ruolan stroked the dance skirt, soft and silky, not as bad as she imagined.

"Where you come, you are safe." Fu Ruolan's face was full of indifference.

"How can this work? Miss has not known anything about this thing since she was a child, if the mother is to blame, it will be Miss who suffers! ”

Fu Ruolan unbuttoned her clothes and said confidently: "Don't worry, I will not let them catch the mistakes of the Fu family." ”

Rao is like this, Jingyun is still so anxious that tears welled up, she wiped her tears and changed into a dance dress for Fu Ruolan.

Glancing at the light yarn hanging next to him, he had an idea, "It's better to change the slave and the young lady, although the slave and the maid are not outstanding, they are not satisfactory." ”

Fu Ruolan fastened her belt, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and frowned slightly, "No, this is a bully!" ”

She glanced at Jingyun again, and said coldly: "How many heads do you have for the emperor to cut off?" ”

Jingyun immediately shrunk his neck and clutched his neck nervously.

Fu Ruolan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, slowly took off the hairpin on her head, and the green silk instantly fell out.

"Miss! What are you doing here? Jingyun looked at her puzzled.

Fu Ruolan beckoned, "Just help me pull an ordinary bun." ”

Without the precious ornaments, Fu Ruolan is like a hibiscus with clear water, and the lake-blue dance skirt sets off her freshness and refinement.

The master and servant slowly walked back to the tent, Jingyun holding her wrist uneasily.

Just as he was about to open the curtain, he heard Sun Qianhui's sharp voice again: "Why have you been there for so long?" Isn't it urinating? ”

"Look at her domineering appearance!" Jingyun gritted her teeth, eager to rush in and tear Sun Qianhui's mouth.

Fu Ruolan patted her hand, opened the curtain and walked in.

She was the protagonist of the guests' conversations, and at this moment she surprised everyone when she appeared.

"It's pretending to be decent, I don't know if it's in vain." Sun Qianhui couldn't help but scold her.

Wu Guifei glared at Sun Qianhui dissatisfied.

Nan Yuchen's gaze couldn't help but move to Fu Ruolan, he had never seen her dressed like this.

Seeing that everyone couldn't take their eyes off, Xia Jingxian walked to the stage and rushed to Wu Guifei's body, "The dance clothes of the noble concubine are fresh and refined, and the ordinary palace music may humiliate the dance clothes of the mother." ”

She flattered Concubine Wu every word, without mentioning Fu Ruolan, could it be that a big living person is not as good as a neon dress?

Jingyun clenched his fists and almost stepped forward to theorize.

Fu Ruolan grabbed her and drove her back below.

"Oh? In your opinion, how should that be? Wu Guifei happily sang and harmonized with her.

"Jingxian has a little piano skills, it's not as good as Jingxian playing music, Sister Fu dances, how about it?" Xia Jingxian's eyes sought Wu Guifei's opinion.

Wu Guifei smiled suddenly, "I haven't heard Jingxian's song today, and this palace thinks it's very good." ”

She glanced at the emperor, and he was also full of expectation, so she ordered someone to bring the guqin.

Xia Jingxian sat down leisurely, tried the sound with ten fingers, and she looked up in surprise, "It's really a good piano, Sister Fu, are you okay?" ”

Fu Ruolan bowed.

Seeing her answer, Xia Jingxian's slender fingers jumped on the strings.

Fu Ruolan stood motionless in the center, causing many people to laugh, "Sister Jingxian can be slow, she can't keep up." ”

Jingyun stood aside and sweated.

In the middle of the night, the water sleeves waved lightly in the air, and Fu Ruolan danced naturally to the sound of the piano.

Xia Jingxian gritted her teeth, the sound of the piano suddenly slowed down, and Xia Jingxian also paused, with sadness on her face.

She danced her water sleeves, like the wife of Panlang returning home.

The tune became cheerful again, she twisted her slender waist and smiled at Nan Yuchen, who almost drowned in her smile.

In just a moment, she turned around and waved her water sleeve at Nan Huaqing, looking at him with affection.

The Chunqing in her apricot eyes made Nan Huaqing feel like she was enchanted, and she reached out to grab her water sleeve, but she was dexterously dodged.

Nan Yuchen couldn't see her expression clearly, and he could guess a few points from the coaxing expressions of the guests.

With a click, the wine cup in his hand was crushed.

Xia Jingxian glanced at it, her fingers suddenly exerted force, and suddenly changed to a stopper.

Fu Ruolan didn't have time to pause, and her body fell to the ground.

Everyone exclaimed, and she rolled over and got up again, easily following the steps.

Her expression was not as gentle and affectionate as Fang Cai, but extremely firm, like a general who went out to fight.

Raising her eyes to look at Xia Jingxian, Fu Ruolan sneered, speeding up her steps and twisting her waist without authorization.

Xia Jingxian was stunned for a while, but she also kept up with her rhythm.

Fu Ruolan's steps are vigorous, her slender waist is even more flexible, and she is constantly speeding up the rhythm.

Xia Jingxian couldn't keep up with her speed, but she refused to stop, and followed recklessly.

Fu Ruolan went from being nervous to being at ease, she raised her smile, and her smile was full of Nan Huaqing's soul.

She always had her back to Nan Yuchen, and he irritably picked up another wine cup and poured it into the sullen wine.

Xia Jingxian was absent-minded, her eyes always glanced at Nan Yuchen involuntarily, and when she saw his depression, she was even more depressed.

Zheng –

The strings in Xia Jingxian's hand broke, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Ahh The strings cut through Xia Jingxian's fingers, and she covered her hands and whispered.